Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Rotten song.

Evening Strumpets, I`m making a point of recording rough demos of songs as I`m reaching an age where the writing process if left is soon forgotten. here's the latest one. The chords, which if I'm being honest usually come pretty simply, once I relax and get into a playing zone, result in the more tricky business of mostly a series of grunt`s, utterances and words, the main one of which for this one is "Rotten", purely because I`m sat next to my bookcase on which john Lydons Autobiography "No Blacks, No Dogs, No Irish" is sitting. It`s a great read if you get the chance. I tire of saying this, please feed back, Can`t remember the last time anyone did. Incidentally, Mountain View California. Whoever you are, let me know, because I owe you massive thanks for keeping this blog going. Till the next one, learn something new....really Mark.

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